p r e t e n d | Joji

n i n e t e e n

since then, our little game of pretend began again.

but it wasn't what it used to be.

you pretended to smile when you came into my room.

but your red eyes still damp with tears told a different story.

i pretended the physiotherapy helped.

but the shakiness in my movements told a different story.

you and me.

we both pretended our lives were still intertwined, that it wasn't going in completely different directions.

you pretended to not think about all the opportunities you've missed just to come and visit me everyday.

and i pretended like i wasn't a burden to you.

hey joji, from the bottom of my heart, i hope that at this very second, you're not pretending anymore.